Tugging on my heartstrings
My heart aches for those who have lost their children, mother, sister, and yes, brother.
Mental illness is not enjoyable for the one suffering or the one watching, caring, and loving.
Helplessness and frustration, the tension always twisting and turning.
I paint for release to open my heart and fly, thankful for the opportunity to escape.
My wish for you is that you have a happy, healthy new year.
Tell those you care about I love you, often and with a smile.
Somehow through it all, they will hear you tugging at their heartstrings